Name: Red Chambers
Gender: Female
Age: 14
Appearance: Red is a tall girl, standing above average height. Her hair is the color of blood and is cut short, down to her chin. Her eyes are also a blood red color. Her skin is a pale color. And she is of a slim build despite having a good bust size.
Equipment: Red wears a pair of boots concealing a dagger, as well a best over her dress shirt and pants. She always wears a peculiar necklace, witch appears to have a type of fossil as a pendant.
History: Red has always been a tomboy. She preferred to hang around with boys more than girls. Through the young years of her life, she played with the boys of her area, having play fights, and just having fun. However their playing was brought to an end when Red was wounded in a play fight. After that incident Red played with the girls. She hated it but her parents didn't let her play with the boys.
On her thirteenth birthday, Red was looking around for something to buy, when she saw a peculiar pendant. When she picked up, her eyes turned from their former blue to their current blood red. And then the effects of the curse began to appear, driving Red insane.
Curse: The pendants curse is a brutal one. It seems to only have one advantage, almost infinite information. However this information is delivered through many voices. Voices that seem to be able to read minds. Tree is no escape from the voices though they seem to know an abundant amount of information. The cursed pendant also seems to be impossible to remove.
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Traitor under cardiac arrest
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Name: Dr. Caldwell, usually called "The Doctor"
Gender: Unknown
Age: 28
Appearance: 
Equipment: Traditional plague doctor attire: A hooded suit with gloves and heavy boots, showing not even the glimpse of skin. One of the fairly well-known 'beaked' masks that have been used by plague doctors for decades, symbol of both dread and hope to equal amounts. Differently sized scalpels for medical purposes as well as general utility, together with a custom forged knife that resembles an oversized medical edge, but is primarily used for emergency self defense. All of those blades and some additional medical tools are being kept in a roll-out kit. Additionally, a bag filled with up to six round glass bottles that can hold different alchemical substances, from potions over glowing acidic liquids to handmade 'molotov'-esque 'thrown cocktails'. Wears a weighty ring on the right thumb that has a small clockwork mechanism built in. The ring has both a practical use and nostalgic value.
Furthermore owns a custom made bow and a selection of special arrows that hold small vials at the needle-shaped tip. Those vials can be filled with medical substances to create a crude, unwieldy equivalent to modern tranquilizer darts. This one is mostly brought when a specimen can't be approached safely, and due to the fragile and awkward handling, it doesn't see much use.
History:
Not much is known about the young doctor Caldwell. Born into a family of surgeons and destined to take over the family business, a small private clinic for customers who would prefer paying twice the price over having their disgraceful indisposition be seen in a public medical center.
Being shoehorned into the profession of a doctor and surgeon worked out well. Born with a talent for precise cuts, excellent memory and the genuine motivation to help people, the Doctor began working as a medical assistant before their fourteenth year of age, promoting to a full-fledged medical title before reaching eighteen.
As to be expected in this line of work, more than one incident happened where the Caldwell family came in contact with the less known, 'cursed' part of the population. The private nature of their clinic played an obvious part in these circumstances, as often they revolved around a 'mysteriously ill' family member of any influential, wealthy family.
When the Doctor was around the age of twenty-one, the number of incidents reached an inexplicable peak and took both Caldwell seniors into an early grave. The Doctor took it with dignity, knowing that they died trying to help people, and thus continued the family business with as little interruption as possible. It even birthed the plan to dabble in the field of alchemy - something the parents didn't support - in order to search for a cure rather than suppress the symptoms. The loss of the only other living family member - a half-brother who was in the business of medical supplies and helped the younger Caldwell sibling run the clinic after their parents passed away - two years later however was a hard hit that made the Doctors determination waver.
What's known is that the clinic didn't close its doors for even a day, and that the Doctor was never seen without their typical work outfit since then. Rumor has it that it was an unfortunate incident somehow involving the cure, and people often bring up theories about murder and betrayal. Some of them claim that the child of the two Caldwell surgeons died that day and the presumably dead brother assumed that identity out of remorse.
By now, five years have passed and whatever really happened was lost in gossip, rumors and paranoid theories. The Caldwell clinic is well-established and despite the odd tendency of the Doctor to always appear clad in the disheartening plague doctor attire, their competence is well-respected and consulted frequently, not only by the 'rich and famous' anymore. Other than Caldwell, only a single assistant is working at the clinic, a timid girl named Denise. Unknown to the public, the both of them are still working on a cure for the sickness that indirectly killed most of the Caldwell family.
Due to facts and fiction blurring so heavily in Sutton, nobody can say with certainty if the Doctor was a man or woman anymore. Some older folks around town remember stories about the Caldwell child, but every single one of them completely different.
Curse: /
Equipment: Traditional plague doctor attire: A hooded suit with gloves and heavy boots, showing not even the glimpse of skin. One of the fairly well-known 'beaked' masks that have been used by plague doctors for decades, symbol of both dread and hope to equal amounts. Differently sized scalpels for medical purposes as well as general utility, together with a custom forged knife that resembles an oversized medical edge, but is primarily used for emergency self defense. All of those blades and some additional medical tools are being kept in a roll-out kit. Additionally, a bag filled with up to six round glass bottles that can hold different alchemical substances, from potions over glowing acidic liquids to handmade 'molotov'-esque 'thrown cocktails'. Wears a weighty ring on the right thumb that has a small clockwork mechanism built in. The ring has both a practical use and nostalgic value.
Furthermore owns a custom made bow and a selection of special arrows that hold small vials at the needle-shaped tip. Those vials can be filled with medical substances to create a crude, unwieldy equivalent to modern tranquilizer darts. This one is mostly brought when a specimen can't be approached safely, and due to the fragile and awkward handling, it doesn't see much use.
History:
Not much is known about the young doctor Caldwell. Born into a family of surgeons and destined to take over the family business, a small private clinic for customers who would prefer paying twice the price over having their disgraceful indisposition be seen in a public medical center.
Being shoehorned into the profession of a doctor and surgeon worked out well. Born with a talent for precise cuts, excellent memory and the genuine motivation to help people, the Doctor began working as a medical assistant before their fourteenth year of age, promoting to a full-fledged medical title before reaching eighteen.
As to be expected in this line of work, more than one incident happened where the Caldwell family came in contact with the less known, 'cursed' part of the population. The private nature of their clinic played an obvious part in these circumstances, as often they revolved around a 'mysteriously ill' family member of any influential, wealthy family.
When the Doctor was around the age of twenty-one, the number of incidents reached an inexplicable peak and took both Caldwell seniors into an early grave. The Doctor took it with dignity, knowing that they died trying to help people, and thus continued the family business with as little interruption as possible. It even birthed the plan to dabble in the field of alchemy - something the parents didn't support - in order to search for a cure rather than suppress the symptoms. The loss of the only other living family member - a half-brother who was in the business of medical supplies and helped the younger Caldwell sibling run the clinic after their parents passed away - two years later however was a hard hit that made the Doctors determination waver.
What's known is that the clinic didn't close its doors for even a day, and that the Doctor was never seen without their typical work outfit since then. Rumor has it that it was an unfortunate incident somehow involving the cure, and people often bring up theories about murder and betrayal. Some of them claim that the child of the two Caldwell surgeons died that day and the presumably dead brother assumed that identity out of remorse.
By now, five years have passed and whatever really happened was lost in gossip, rumors and paranoid theories. The Caldwell clinic is well-established and despite the odd tendency of the Doctor to always appear clad in the disheartening plague doctor attire, their competence is well-respected and consulted frequently, not only by the 'rich and famous' anymore. Other than Caldwell, only a single assistant is working at the clinic, a timid girl named Denise. Unknown to the public, the both of them are still working on a cure for the sickness that indirectly killed most of the Caldwell family.
Due to facts and fiction blurring so heavily in Sutton, nobody can say with certainty if the Doctor was a man or woman anymore. Some older folks around town remember stories about the Caldwell child, but every single one of them completely different.
Curse: /
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Phoenix Estrielle
Gender: Female
Age: 18
History
The Estrielles: an unusual, gifted bloodline of mortals, holding affinities for magic yet no manifestable powers of their own, were identified by The Inquisition as a potential extension of their faction some 80 years ago. In return for magical prowess, unparalleled skill in the Healing Arts, protection and lavish treatment, members of the Estrielle bloodline were to be forever bound to the Holy Church and the deity responsible for their contracted wealth of power - Kal, the Goddess of Restoration.
Details of their Contracted Powers:
Each member of the bloodline harboured unharnessed magic mixed and diluted within their bloods. Thus, to ensure that these revenues could be tapped into, what used to be fragments of magic lying dormant in their bodies were forcefully extracted, compressed, and manifested into Sentinel Spirits, each taking varying forms of Kal’s divine symbol - the phoenix. The Spirits, bound to their respective owners, became personalized, paradoxical weapons of healing and volatile firepower, leaving members of the Estrielle bloodline free to explore the depths of their newfound magical capabilities. Each family member wielded their Spirits differently, and while some excelled in the Healing Arts, others could manipulate their destructive flames with adroit precision.
The Spirits mirrored certain characteristics belonging to their human owners, and logically so, because they were fundamentally a part of them. For example, Spirits despite being ironically called as such, are in fact mortal creatures with ages paralleling that of their masters’. Spirits can die from mortal wounds, but their deaths will not result in the deaths of their masters. On the other hand, the death of an Estrielle would consequently result in the eradication of his or her Spirit. Lastly, although Spirits may act independently, an Estrielle’s command is absolute.
For decades, the Estrielle bloodline served the Holy Church in their passionate and fiery endeavours, before the tainted fires of an offspring brought ruin and devastation upon the family. Zaire Estrielle, eldest son and brother to Phoenix Estrielle, cultivated an inexplicable and unfathomable interest in the hidden ones that dwelled in the depths. He had sought to collude with them, drawn by the mysterious allure of the underworld and its secrets. It was no surprise that the Holy Church promptly ordered a death warrant upon the discovery of his secret exchanges. The powers of Kal and the Healing Arts were not for the damned. Zaire Estrielle, the catalyst for the despair, became no more - dragging all those who had tried to defend him along with him to his grave.
All except little Phoenix Estrielle, whom for five years quietly watched her brother make his hidden dealings, her lips silent and unmoving, motivated by nothing else but sheer curiosity and her eagerness to learn about a world kept secret from her all those years - without being caught, that is. Phoenix did nothing to save her brother that night when The Inquisition made the arrest, thinking she had saved herself from eternal damnation. She thought wrong - and was careless. The Inquisition, it seemed, were cleverer and more attentive than she had anticipated. It was brought to their attention that 16-year-old Phoenix Estrielle had stood at a corner, contrasted against her screaming parents, a mask of indifference implanted on her face. Suspiciously, they conducted an interrogation during which Phoenix, with her brazen personality, had nonchalantly admitted her knowledge of the matter without much fuss. For silence, she was duly awarded with a curse.
Curse
The Curse of the Phoenix is terrible indeed, causing the afflicted one to progressively age during the day, before ending dusk with a wrinkled, elderly form. She will die during the night and be reborn again at dawn, starting the day at her natural age. The process repeats itself daily. This is by no means a form of immortality, for the afflicted person remains mortal, susceptible to injury, natural aging, and death.
Appearance
After approximately two years of suffering from the effects of the curse, she has found the perfect clothing to accommodate her constantly aging body.
Abilities and Equipment
Her Spirit, Avrak, contains hawk-like features and a fiery, blood-red plumage. Avrak is rarely seen near his master, for he typically follows her around from the skies or atop the roofs of buildings.
Phoenix's adept skill with her Sentinel Spirit lies primarily in its destructive abilities, her powers nurtured and cultivated through necessity - and indisputably so, for two years of roaming the dark streets of Sutton along with her obvious weakness has forced her rely much upon her relationship and synchronicity with Avrak. On the other hand, her skill in healing leaves much to be desired, having deteriorated over the past two years as a result of the lack of practice. For one, Phoenix's inherent cautiousness meant that her medical needs were scarce. Secondly, Phoenix is not one to administer her healing powers to others - not unless one had something considerably significant to offer her in exchange for her services. Most importantly, as part of her curse, Phoenix cannot perform the Healing Arts without accelerating her aging. In other words, the casting of restoration spells will cause her time of death to be brought forward (only for that day).
She does not possess any note-worthy items - only a dagger which she hangs on her belt.
Personality
A self-interested and calculative character, and perpetually bored, Phoenix navigates life with an almost uncanny confidence as a cursed being. Typically, she comes across as calm and emotionally self-contained, yet is capable of displaying bouts of brash stubbornness akin to that of a child. Phoenix appears to be disinterested in interpersonal relationships, for she thrives inside her mind - an intellectual, observant and cautious individual. As many of her acquaintances would find, Phoenix's habitual bluntness can be unnerving.
Name: Lila
Gender: Female
Age: 20
Appearance:
History: An unwanted product of the Lightless District. Discarded at birth Lila's future was bleak from the beginning. Passed on from home to home it is no wonder that scum of the underground ended up with her. Treated just barely better than a slave her early years were spent running messages, cleaning up after her "caretakers," and petty theft. Believing that her life depended of those above her she protested very little despite the miserable conditions.
Her faulty loyalty was taken advantage of many times as she grew up. Things took a different turn however when word of valuable minerals were being found in the depths. Only a madman would venture very far inside. It was then that the ones Lila trusted turned on her. Already an expendable outcast no one would shed a tear if she suddenly vanished. Joined by other youths they were all given a choice, go down into the depths and hope to come back alive or suffer a certain unpleasant death. The group dwindled quickly often without a single inclining of what had happened. Surely they had gotten lost or taken by some unholy creature. Against the odds Lila was one who consistently returned with her gain. It won her favor among the leaders. Taking pride in her skill and spurred on by gifts she continued creeping further and further into the darkness.
This could not continue forever though. At 19 she entered where few dared even step foot in and never returned. Starting off like any other run, avoiding obstacles, steering clear of creatures, following an ever more complete path to riches. As things would have it though Lila found herself going against the clock. Night was approaching and even she would not be able to avoid all that would come. A single poorly placed step doomed her as the floor gave way and she plummeted. Broken legs and pain be damned she dragged herself through the pitch black. Unable to see she reached out and her hand found nothing but web. Disturbing a huge nest of cave spiders resulted in hundreds of tiny spiders swarming over her. By themselves the tiny arachnids were nothing to fret over but the volume of bites took its toll. Slowly becoming paralyzed the young woman could only assume this was the end, brought down by the smallest of things. How long she lay there before rising again even she didn't know. Coming to her senses much later she found herself a new creature perched on an enormous web of her own making.
Curse: Becoming the very thing that brought her end the blood curse upon Lila transformed her into a human spider. A creation from the depths themselves she is well suited to the underground. Her eyes give her excellent vision in extremely low light and her new legs make traversing the craggy walls and ceiling a trivial task. Add to that her webbing which she can use for tracking, trapping, and early detection as well as her paralytic venom and you have a perfect underdweller.
Obviously her appearance makes leaving the underground at any time other than the darkest nights out of the question. While light does not hurt her she has an aversion to it after spending an entire year almost completely in the dark. What has begun to concern Lila is the increasing propensity to enjoy the suffering of living things. It is not often right now, but she can feel her humanity slipping away as more and more things begin to appear appetizing, namely humans. And playing with her food is something she's caught herself doing on more than one occasion.
History: An unwanted product of the Lightless District. Discarded at birth Lila's future was bleak from the beginning. Passed on from home to home it is no wonder that scum of the underground ended up with her. Treated just barely better than a slave her early years were spent running messages, cleaning up after her "caretakers," and petty theft. Believing that her life depended of those above her she protested very little despite the miserable conditions.
Her faulty loyalty was taken advantage of many times as she grew up. Things took a different turn however when word of valuable minerals were being found in the depths. Only a madman would venture very far inside. It was then that the ones Lila trusted turned on her. Already an expendable outcast no one would shed a tear if she suddenly vanished. Joined by other youths they were all given a choice, go down into the depths and hope to come back alive or suffer a certain unpleasant death. The group dwindled quickly often without a single inclining of what had happened. Surely they had gotten lost or taken by some unholy creature. Against the odds Lila was one who consistently returned with her gain. It won her favor among the leaders. Taking pride in her skill and spurred on by gifts she continued creeping further and further into the darkness.
This could not continue forever though. At 19 she entered where few dared even step foot in and never returned. Starting off like any other run, avoiding obstacles, steering clear of creatures, following an ever more complete path to riches. As things would have it though Lila found herself going against the clock. Night was approaching and even she would not be able to avoid all that would come. A single poorly placed step doomed her as the floor gave way and she plummeted. Broken legs and pain be damned she dragged herself through the pitch black. Unable to see she reached out and her hand found nothing but web. Disturbing a huge nest of cave spiders resulted in hundreds of tiny spiders swarming over her. By themselves the tiny arachnids were nothing to fret over but the volume of bites took its toll. Slowly becoming paralyzed the young woman could only assume this was the end, brought down by the smallest of things. How long she lay there before rising again even she didn't know. Coming to her senses much later she found herself a new creature perched on an enormous web of her own making.
Curse: Becoming the very thing that brought her end the blood curse upon Lila transformed her into a human spider. A creation from the depths themselves she is well suited to the underground. Her eyes give her excellent vision in extremely low light and her new legs make traversing the craggy walls and ceiling a trivial task. Add to that her webbing which she can use for tracking, trapping, and early detection as well as her paralytic venom and you have a perfect underdweller.
Obviously her appearance makes leaving the underground at any time other than the darkest nights out of the question. While light does not hurt her she has an aversion to it after spending an entire year almost completely in the dark. What has begun to concern Lila is the increasing propensity to enjoy the suffering of living things. It is not often right now, but she can feel her humanity slipping away as more and more things begin to appear appetizing, namely humans. And playing with her food is something she's caught herself doing on more than one occasion.GM
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Name: Avrion Whitlock
Gender: Male
Age: 54
Appearance: Avrion stands at 5'10. He is a very kind and benign looking figure, generally sporting a gentle smile. His short cropped hair and well-trimmed beard have grayed and are turning white on the fringes. He has a common muscular build where he is certainly no veteran of war but has kept fit through daily activity. Despite this he has developed a bit of a gut. Inevitable effects of age and too much time in the study.
Equipment: Avrion wears around town a black coat, white shirt, black top hat, gray trousers and a pair of brown boots he keeps polished that seem to have a weathered attitude to match the old professor. Avrion has set aside some items for his ventures into the depths. He has a trusty revolving flintlock pistol with five shots and enough spare powder charges to reload it twice, a small oil lamp, a journal and pen(which he will likely carry anyways), and a small silver dagger. Never know when you're going to need something silver. Then he has some rations. Food. Enough said.
History: Avrion has a history of good luck surrounded by terrible circumstances. He has been in the depths before on a venture gone bad. Most of the people involved were slaughtered. Ray had been part of that group. Ray and Avrion have a long-running history together. Even though they're old friends Avrion still pays him for his help.
Avrion has family. He rarely talks about them. Neither does he say how many there are or even if they're still alive. Family seems to be a very sore spot for him.
Avrion learned much of his knowledge from personal experience and cataloguing of said experiences. He enjoys the danger associated with adventuring. Avrion is involved with many other explorers and students of occult and unearthly subjects.
Gender: Male
Age: 54
Appearance: Avrion stands at 5'10. He is a very kind and benign looking figure, generally sporting a gentle smile. His short cropped hair and well-trimmed beard have grayed and are turning white on the fringes. He has a common muscular build where he is certainly no veteran of war but has kept fit through daily activity. Despite this he has developed a bit of a gut. Inevitable effects of age and too much time in the study.
Equipment: Avrion wears around town a black coat, white shirt, black top hat, gray trousers and a pair of brown boots he keeps polished that seem to have a weathered attitude to match the old professor. Avrion has set aside some items for his ventures into the depths. He has a trusty revolving flintlock pistol with five shots and enough spare powder charges to reload it twice, a small oil lamp, a journal and pen(which he will likely carry anyways), and a small silver dagger. Never know when you're going to need something silver. Then he has some rations. Food. Enough said.
History: Avrion has a history of good luck surrounded by terrible circumstances. He has been in the depths before on a venture gone bad. Most of the people involved were slaughtered. Ray had been part of that group. Ray and Avrion have a long-running history together. Even though they're old friends Avrion still pays him for his help.
Avrion has family. He rarely talks about them. Neither does he say how many there are or even if they're still alive. Family seems to be a very sore spot for him.
Avrion learned much of his knowledge from personal experience and cataloguing of said experiences. He enjoys the danger associated with adventuring. Avrion is involved with many other explorers and students of occult and unearthly subjects.
Name: Ray Conover
Gender: Male
Age: 31
Appearance: Ray is a blond scraggly looking fellow who stands at 6'2. If he were to groom himself he would make for a handsome man. Though he doesn't really have a beard his face is no regularly shaven so he sports a shadow all the time. He has the muscular build of the kind of person that would wrestle with savage animals.
Equipment: Ray sports a red wide-brimmed hat and brown long coat. Beneath that he has a short shirt on. He wears leather gloves that he's cut the fingers off of for his right index finger and thumb. He has the standard black trousers of the day. He wears a bandoleer of bolt drums for his crossbow as well as a few special arrows fit into a small side pouch. His crossbow is weathered but in great operable condition. It has attached to it a small iron sight and a steel sheath on the butt.
History: Ray Conover has a shady history of getting every job he accepts done whether sooner or later. Nine years ago he was a young sergeant at the garrison. He got tired of sitting on his ass while people died so he quit and became a bow-for-hire. Avrion met him on an expedition to a tomb. One thing led to another and they became well-acquainted partners.
Gender: Male
Age: 31
Appearance: Ray is a blond scraggly looking fellow who stands at 6'2. If he were to groom himself he would make for a handsome man. Though he doesn't really have a beard his face is no regularly shaven so he sports a shadow all the time. He has the muscular build of the kind of person that would wrestle with savage animals.
Equipment: Ray sports a red wide-brimmed hat and brown long coat. Beneath that he has a short shirt on. He wears leather gloves that he's cut the fingers off of for his right index finger and thumb. He has the standard black trousers of the day. He wears a bandoleer of bolt drums for his crossbow as well as a few special arrows fit into a small side pouch. His crossbow is weathered but in great operable condition. It has attached to it a small iron sight and a steel sheath on the butt.
History: Ray Conover has a shady history of getting every job he accepts done whether sooner or later. Nine years ago he was a young sergeant at the garrison. He got tired of sitting on his ass while people died so he quit and became a bow-for-hire. Avrion met him on an expedition to a tomb. One thing led to another and they became well-acquainted partners.
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